I had a horror movie dream. I had a dream that I lived in a big rancher house on a farm with a botanical greenhouse and a big barn, and I threw a party while my parents were away.

The party ended when one of the guests turned out to be an axe-murdering serial-killer. None of the cell phones worked, so it took a very long time to call for help. By that time, half my friends were dead and I myself was seriously wounded-- I had been stabbed very deeply in my torso and my right arm. I just remember there being so much blood. It was almost hyper-realistic.

At any rate, the killer was wearing a mask, but I did end up getting his axe and chopping very deeply into his side. When the ambulance arrived, it turned out that the killer was my brother. My parents arrived home to find Andrea dead, me seriously wounded, and Matthew almost dead, as well as dead/wounded bodies all over the property and the house trashed.

What a fabulous sensation to wake up to.